Wednesday, January 27, 2021

The Mental Woods

 

the vacuum sucks at flesh, by memory into continuum, a diamond woman such sin, I know it’s hard! scrambled eggs, bacon sweating, plus, biscuits. a filthy foot such odor while Love is laughing. that smile those hinges so unlocked for me. blood gravel a cultural gavel while treading through Mexico. too much to resist too salacious to touch where loins bled miracles. a palm of ash for resilience a pile of trash for manuscripts while headed to class. “Mrs. Rooter, are blacks different, must we suffer?” so cold so coarse, it’s been this way! we grow accustomed we sense momma where it’s too damn incredible. a man beats a woman, the police show leniency, such a man walks away. a different reality the guts resistant a month before the Watts Riots. so many empty-men such cobblestones, everyone likes Jesus until it hurts! too true to guts, I need utter bliss, if but to hold to anything. such a fire, if but a few, to believe in spreading smiles. a paw for land, a tail for losing, where most want to become the head. if but Love, if but a problem, while we judge character based upon sex. such excellence such raw unforgiveness where a few adore regardless. such Capitol attrition such rolling capital so flooded the dam has erupted. but hell to respect or hell to flying where feelings become wisdom. pure monotony or purer lack where we ask, “What is my purpose?” a thud to the noggin a hatred for what hurts or too much confrontation to look at reality; as a mind shuts down, or psychology feels raw, where one is accustomed to coddling; so struck so crazy, in a world so harsh, while father is moving through gravity. those mythic cries, those real realities if but suffocated while breathing. the mud is heavy the marsh has a taste the mayfly is screaming, “I told you.” Matthew struggles, if but to feel clean, while it has much significance. Francis is yelling, she thinks Matthew is sick, while he pleads for mother’s safety. but a tour such radicalism those alleys are filled with pimps. to scrabble an alphabet or reason through meta-sociality while father is strung out!  

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